A/N I'm sorry it took me so long to update, I started university this year, and I have been very buisy latley, but thank god I finished the next chapter now, here it is and I hope you enjoy it.
Mac browsed papers on his desk. When did his desk got into such a mess? How had he been able to find anything before that, while he was staring at the table angrily, someone knocked.

"Hey Mac, you wanted to see me?" Flack was standing in the doorway and trying to understand, why Mac had been so upset.

"Yes, come in, I have a few questions," Flack stepped into the room and hesitated before sat down on the chair opposite to Mac, "Feeling any…" He couldn't finish his question, when Flack interrupted him, "You are afraid to ask how I am doing! Isn't it pretty obvious without asking?" He suddenly felt angry, he hated when people asked such things. How could you ever feel better after you lose someone?

"Okay, I'm sorry, but I want to ask if that time with Lindsay had any effect on how you see the things now?" Flack gave a puzzled look. It was such a strange question to be asked, he got even angrier, "Should I check my apartment for cameras and bugs?"

Mac seemed bit disappointed, but gave a weak smile, "Flack, you are Danny's friend, so of course you should check your apartment for bugs and cameras."

"Thanks for the warning, so let's get down to the business, what did you want to know?"

"Yes, sorry about that, can you tell me everything you know about Patrick Douglas and Colin MacBert?"

"Patrick is my brother-in-law. He is my friend and we have known each other for over 20 years now, he works as a lawyer. Colin is also my friend, he's a businessman, his old man was a cop, too, but Colin didn't want go in his fathers footsteps like me and Pat. Those two are fine fellows if I say so myself. From Sunday to Wednesday, Pat has a firm alibi - my sister and his co-workers. And Colin has been in Paris for two weeks, he comes back on Monday."

"So you have asked already?"

"Of course, when I told them, I knew I had to ask them that. They are saying the same thing as her mother and co-workers; she didn't have any enemies or a boyfriend, to be honest then I have understood that she had been very lonely…" Flack felt guilty and he tried not to cry. He felt that if he had been there for her, maybe she would still be here.

Mac put his hands together on the desk, "I know this is a stupid question, but there could be another aspect of her life we need to study further… and… well do You have any enemies?"

"I knew you were going to ask that and of course I have enemies. I'm a cop, maybe you have noticed, and I think the list of people, who hate me or at least would like to pay me back, might be bit taller than the Statue of Liberty,"

Mac frowned, "Thank god, that the files have been put into the computer. So I'll have one of the lab techs to do the job." He looked through some of the papers that he pulled out of the huge pile he had stared before, "Mary's the only one, who hasn't got a case at the moment, you know Mary?"

"She is the one who Danny promised to lock into the toilet?"

"Unfortunately, yes,"

"Then I know her, can I go now?"

"Yes of course,and Flack, keep Danny away from her" When Flack left Mac started again browsing the papers, "I don't understand, where I put it?"


Lindsay walked into the department, it was dark there and she barely saw where she was going. She finally found Flack, he was in the other end of the room, leaning against a windowsill and drinking, Lindsay looked once more, to be sure, yes, luckily it was coffee.

"Detective Donald Flack Junior, are you drinking coffee?" Flack looked up and sighed, "Yes."

"You don't like department's coffee, sorry, I meant you hate this coffee," that wasn't a question, it was a statement

"I didn't have any time to come up there," he put the cup on the windowsill, and crossed his hand on chest, "What are you doing here, do you have anything smart to say or your mother sent you,"

"You're a smartass, you know that?"

"Yeah, people have told me that before, so how can I help Your Highness this time?"

"This time you can't help me, I can help you," she handed him some files, "Mary couldn't come, so I took the liberty to bring you these," She looked Flacks face that didn't change, "Only five of those two hundred you have put away have been released by now."

"Thanks," he took the files, "Was there anything else?"

"Yeah, Mac invites everyone from the team to a dinner at Sullivan's, can you come?"

"Yeah I think so."

"Good, I'll leave you to your job then, see you at Sullivan's."

"Yeah," but he was already busy looking through the files he had just got and yelled, "Thomas, McNeil, Stevenson, Davis and Nixon. Come here." When all five sergeants were in front of his desk he gave them all file, "Bring in Julio Estaves, Nigel Carrington, Victor Mast, Daniel Over and John Smith."


Flack stepped into the first interrogation room; Julio Estaves was waiting for him,

"Julio Estaves,"

"Detective Flack, should I be flattered that you wanted to see me again and so soon; I missed you too, but I hoped I wouldn't see you face again."

"Don't worry, you are not the only one who thinks that way,"

"So why did you want to see me?"

"Oh nothing special, I just wanted to know, where you from Sunday …let's say from 6 pm till Wednesday midnight?" Estaves frowned, "Sunday evening I was with my wife."

"Poor woman, how did you trick someone into marrying you, oh well, congratulations."

"Yeah, yeah. I have been working every day and same goes for Monday, Tuesday and wednesday. If you don't believe me, ask my boss. I believe you already know where I work."

"You weren't alone?"

"Nope, always with somebody,"

"Alright, if I need anything I know where to find you." When he closed the interrogation room door, he looked at seg. Thomas, "Check his alibis, alright," he gave him the notes he had made. He stepped into the second interrogation room.

"Carrington," he said pleasantly, Flack knew exactly how that kind of a tone would affect Nigel. "Oh god, what now? Believe me, I've been a good boy," Carrington sighted.

"Don't worry, I have just few questions for you, but I must say that I don't believe the 'good boy' part"

Carrington grinned: "OK, shoot it."

"Where were you on Sunday from 6pm till Wednesday midnight?"

"Oh goodness, I knew I should have listened to my mother," Carrington squealed.

"And what did your mother tell you?" Flack smiled, Carrington had always amused him. He had arrested him about 7 years ago, and he had always been a slimy weasel; and he still was. He even looked like a weasel. Carrington was a mommy's boy and he never moved out from his parents' home. Flack doubted Nigel had ever been close to another woman besides his mother.

"She told me that I should move to Miami."

"They also have CSI's in there,"

"Fuck." Flack smiled.

"And I know their leader, but back to my topic, now tell me where were you?"

"I was with my mother." That sentence didn't surprise Don, but he enjoyed all of that, "All four days?" He asked surprisingly.

"Yes!"

"Ok, I just needed to ask, but if I need anything else, I know where to find you." He stepped out from the interrogation room, and handed McNeil the notes he had made, "Check his alibi."

He stepped back to the first room; there he was - Victor Mast, Big guy from a motorcyclists' gang.

"Mast,"

"Flack, what I can do for you." Mast was one of those criminals, who he respected, a little, but he did, he had arrested Mast, when he was just an ordinary cop. Mast had destroyed some private property, and Flack understand why had done it - his mother had been murdered, and he just overboiled in a bar after several drinks, of course Don didn't approve that, but he understood the reason.

"I have one question."

"Yes,"

"Where were you from Sunday 6pm till Wednesday midnight?"

"On Sunday evening I was drinking with my friends,"

"With whom?"

"Matt Change and Diane Worl,"

"Ok, go on."

"On Monday I was in Grambely."

"Drinking?"

"No I work in that Bar. After my shift I went home, I live with my sister, you can ask her. Tuesday was the same and on Wednesday, I was again with Matt and Diana for the whole day. But why do you ask. Is that about the girl, who was killed and at the crime scene there was a message to you?"

"How the hell to you know about that?" Flack spit out. No one outside the department knew about the threat.

"You are forgetting that Grambely is the place, where most of the cops come, and I know what is going on here. I was wondering when you come after me."

"Ok, I know that, but if I have more questions, then I know where to find you."

"Yeah, yeah, come sometimes to Grambely and bring your little lady."

"I don't have one."

"I have heard other things, but … ok that's all I guess?"

"Yeah," Saying that, he walked out, he gave Stevenson a piece of paper, "Check his alibi."

Now Flack went to the second room, again, it seemed funny, but as Flack was almost angry he didn't think about that. In the second room was Daniel Over, he was resting behind the desk, on finest tailor-made suite, and smug smile, "So Flack you're a still a cop."

"So Over, you're still a rich son of a bitch?"

"I am flattered."

"That was meant as an insult, how did you get out from the prison, I put you behind bars for five years, it has been three? Let me guess, your fathers money?"

"No, I impressed them with good behavior."

"Yeah, I really believe that." Sarcasm was tripping from every word.

"I don't care whether you believe me or not, but what to you want from me?"

"Where were you from Sunday 6pm till Wednesday midnight?"

"Oh you got to be kidding me,"

"Answer the damn question."

"You don't need to yell."

"I wasn't yelling, I just gave you an order."

"Okay, Okay, I was on the Caribbean cruise."

"With whom?"

"My fiancé,"

"What's her name?"

"Why do you ask? Want her to yourself?" Flack hated guys like that, too arrogant for they're own good, "No I just want her to conform your alibi."

"Chesdany Kennedy."

"Thank you," he rose from the desk, before he stepped out of the room, he turned back, "You know, I will nail your ass again, I don't know when or where, but if you even think about crossing the road at the wrong place, I will be there and put you back to jail. And it will go on until then, when your daddy's money is gone." When he closed the door, he heard Over mutter something, he thought he could understand words like "an asshole" and "son of a bitch", but Flack decide to let it past him, he handed Davis the paper, "You know what to do?"

"Yes, sir,"

Flack stepped towards the first room, again, John Smith was waiting there, he was over 60, Flack put him behind bars 6 years ago for a minor theft. Smith had always reminded Don someone and because of that, they had a little game.

"Hello Hannibal!" Smith started to laugh, strangely Flack was on of those cops who he had respect for, he didn't know why, but that he had, "Hey, Faceman, did you get Murdock out from the hospital?"

"Yeah, did you drug B.A.?"

"Of course, I love when my plan comes together. So Flack what to you want from me?"

"I have a question for you."

"I'm listening."

"Where were you from Sunday 6pm till Wednesday midnight?"

"On Sunday evening I was with my daughter and her family. On Monday I was working in garage fixing cars, my boss can confirm that, in the evening I was in my apartment above the garage, drinking with my boss. Tuesday the same, and on Wednesday I was with my son's family. That's it."

"What's your boss's name?"

"Nicholas Cramers."

"Thanks." Flack put it all in the paper, "I hope you don't shoplift anymore."

"No, of course not, I have better things to do now."

"Good, now when I have more questions, I know where to find you."

He stepped out and gave Nixon the paper but before he could say anything Nixon interrupted, "I know what to do sir,"

"Good." Flack was exhausted, he wanted that all would be over; that he could tell Sophia that he had caught the murderer. He sat and closed his eyes. Everything was wrong; Don's world was turned upside down. Hour later all five sergeants had got back and confirmed every suspect's alibi. He hit his fist to his desk, everything was so unfair.


At 8pm he stepped to Sullivan's, he didn't find his friends from their usual table, in the back corner, but in front of the stage.

"Hey guys!"

"Hey," the four said in union.

"What's, going on? Why are we sitting here? Where's Mac?"

"It's all a surprise." Danny smiled mischievously. Flack frowned, when Messer had that face on, it always meant trouble. He started to say something, when his eyes turned to the stage, instead of saying anything his moth fell open. All four CSI's looked at him, "You got to be kidding me."

"No it's true what you see." Hawkes smiled with satisfaction. Mac had stepped to the stage, with his band.

"Who found out about this?" Flack was still little surprised.

"I did." Lindsay drank from her bear.

"When?"

"Remember when you, Stella and Sheldon had the new American playboy case, and me and Danny had the glue guy case."

"Yes."

"Then Mac helped me processing the guitars, I saw that he held them like he knew what he was doing. So I started investigate, he was always busy on Wednesdays evening, I thought there could be three possibilities: shrink, yoga or music. I took music because his not yoga or shrink guy."

"But today is not Wednesday." Now Flack was confused.

"That's my fault, his up there." Stella smiled

"How's so?"

"He lost a bet to me."

"What bet?" Danny got interested, he hadn't heard about that so far.

"We made a bet that I find a paper he had replaced, if I found it he must play here tonight with his band, if I did then I make a supper for him."

"So where the paper was?" Sheldon smirked.

"He gave it to me last night, it was on my desk." the entire table started to laugh,

"I think he will get his revenge, you know that?" Danny threw some nuts in his mouth. Mac had stepped in front of the microphone, "I know that some of you are use to see us playing in other bar, but tonight we are here, because my friend request. We all had a ruff week, so the next half an hour is delicate to my friends." The team had long time had such a good time like, they had a next half an hour. They had their second beer when Mac joined their table.

"So Flack, how interrogation went today?"

"All of them had alibis."

"Goddamn," Danny swore.

"Yeah," Lindsay agreed and took another swing from the bottle.


Three beers and a supper latter, they had talked everything and nothing, in some moment they started talking about James Bond.

"So which Bond, you liked the most?" Stella asked.

"I like, Sean Connery and Pierce Brosnan." Flack played with the brochure on the table.

"I like Timothy Dalton and Pierce Brosnan." Lindsay smiled little drunken smile.

"I agreeing with Flack," Mac bulled the nut plate from Danny.

"I like Roger Moore." Danny tried to get the plate back from Mac.

"I agree with Messer." Sheldon scratch his head.

"You like Moore." Stella and Lindsay burst out in union.

"Yeah so?" Sheldon took handful of nuts from Mac.

"Moore didn't suit for Bond?"

"Why not?"

"He wasn't Bond that's all." Stella glared Danny who had asked last question.

"I just don't like Moore." Lindsay played with her hair.

"But what to you think about Daniel Craig?"

"He was the worst Bond ever." Stella watched how Danny leaned over Hawkes to get nuts from Mac.

"Yeah, I agree with Stella. Bond is known as a gentleman, but Craig wasn't a gentleman at all." so it went on for a quarter an hour, then Lindsay rose.

"I'm going home."

"I send you, I live the same area." Flack rose also.

"Me, Sheldon and Stella stay for a while." Mac had an almost eaten all the nuts, and gave the plate Hawkes. Flack smiled, Mac and Sheldon where enjoining every moment of that evening, he helped Lindsay her jacked on and went to call a cab. When Lindsay walked out from the pub, Flack had opened the door. "After you madam."

"Thank you, my good sir."

"Where to?" the cab driver asked when both of them were comfortable at the back seat. Flack told him Lindsay's address, they fell in silent. Lindsay looked out from the window, it all seemed so quiet, not a person around, New York was so different at night then a day, and the sky was as foggy as at day. One thing what she missed about Montana were the stars, in NY she hadn't seen them. Flack looked at her; she was so quiet, "A penny for your thoughts."

"A penny isn't enough," she said when the cab stopped in front of her apartment building.

"How's so?"

"I have so many thoughts that you couldn't pay for them." Flack laughed, everything about Lindsay was so beautiful, even the simplest things seemed so wonderful around her. "For your thoughts I could pay as much as asked."

"You are silly you know that."

"Yeah I heard that before, but now I let you go to sleep, good night Lindsay."

"Good Night Don," Flack looked as she disappeared behind the door then he sat back in the cab and rode home.


In the other side of the town a shadow was following woman. He smiled to himself everything had been so perfect, Flack would ever think out how he was, he mused lighting a cigarette. Don will suffer, like he had. He will kill every woman who Flack had seriously dated, and the last one, the most important one; he will kill in front of Flack, he will enjoy seeing despair in Flacks eyes. And then he going to kill Flack himself. He took last gasp from the cigarette, he had a job to do; one pretty lady was waiting him.
A/N Here you go. I hope none is mad at me for the things I said about Roger Moore and Daniel Craig. But in my country they are showing all the Bond's again and when I was writhing it they show those where Moore was Bond and in my opinion he is not a good one.

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